A few years ago, TFE's Poetry Bus had Kate the Emerging Writer as its driver. She provided us with three excellent prompts, and I chose to apply my own version of l'esprit d'escalier for Prompt III and a little of Prompt II, too, so I guess this was a combo plate. For those unfamiliar with bluebirds, they are the most beautiful little birds on the planet. Below, I've included a photo of one that I took from my living room window... for your viewing pleasure.
Bluebird perched on a maple tree branch
Bluebird Dream
Letting the pen fall,
she sighed into a dream.
There, her responses
were perfectly timed
and no one left the room
unaffected.
She was strong, efficient.
Perseverance was her game.
Not one soul
would even consider
challenging her decisions.
They wouldn’t dare.
A bluebird awakened her.
So small, beautiful
iridescent blue
and sweetly chirping.
Suddenly, it darted past her
and again in the other direction.
Soon, she saw a pair of wings
much larger, bolder.
That bird flew high and away.
The bluebird perched
on a limb of the maple tree,
panting, confident, dreaming.
